The warmth of the bed catched me as I lost my balance and shattered into pieces. I just arrived from the nasty reality - it's frightening outside.
I haven't put my things down, I haven't took off my uniform but my tears doesn't care about any of those - it fell.
It felt like I had a heavy huge dark gray cloud inside me. It's about to rain and it did. While my mind was contradicting 'coz "Why the hell are we crying? We're fearless"
But it feels so heavy that even Earth got intimidated by the planets I carry on my shoulders. The thunder and lightning went hiding ashamed of the roars of "You can't win," inside my head.
The idea of being in the Library of Congress can't even silence my sobs. My heart is racing like there's a bomb ticking and ready to explode. I can't stop my tears from falling. "Will I be okay?," I questioned my own thoughts. That's when I cried harder like a baby 'coz I realized that no one is there to save me.
However, after a couple of minutes - the storm calm down and the rain subside. Although the traces of pain is evident in my eyes, I know soon it'll fade like the stain of blood in my white dress. It's true that everything's temporary - it's a sign. I pat my shoulder and said, "We'll be fine"
Rain
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HER JOURNAL
Non-FictionIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of peotic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
